Chapter 8: Rumblings“Why shouldn't we get what's ours?” said Domen.
A cheer rose in the drinks house. Domen and his friends had convinced half the room with their loud talk of change in the Kingdom of the Thirteen.
“Here, here!” shouted an old man from the corner. Another old man close to the bar just turned and shook his head.
“Why shake your head, old man from the days of Trunculin?” Domen sneered, “It's a new day, but the same old rotted system. Trunculin may be dead, but a boy he chose still sits on the king's chair. Two false king's, even!”
More cheers. A section of the room grew quiet as Cossca stood. They were just talking and drinking, but they all knew Cossca was their leader. He wasn't very tall, but his thick neck and deep dark eyes demanded respect. Everyone knew how strong
